User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120204030930/@comment-3474228-20120204171848

The deep, booming voice stops Flynn in his tracks. "HALT." Flynn looks up at the ramparts and notices that there are at least a score of otters with arrows notched to bows, all aiming at the small party of four. He puts down his bow and holds up his paws. "No need, friends, we come in peace."